Aches and flowers

I went downstairs just now to get my camera and came back with a pair of shoes.

I blame my sore shoulder. My very, very, very sore shoulder. I don't know how I've done it, but it hurts. I have had trouble sleeping the past couple of nights, so much so that last night I almost cried - not so much for the pain, although that was bad enough, but because I felt so helpless. Almost every movement - and not just my left-arm movements, but almost every movement I made - resulted in a short sharp intense jabbing spasm. I had no idea that my left should was so intimately involved in the rest of my body's activities. So I haven't been able to do very much these last few days.

At 5 o'clock this morning I found a comfortable position and slept deeply for a few hours. I woke up feeling much better. Heat packs, Panadol, Feldene gel and time seem to be working. But it is still difficult to concentrate. Hence the shoes instead of the camera.

And why did I want the camera?

Remember that I brought back some cuttings from my trip to Boyne Island? Well, the Walking Iris has flowered. Here she is.